Barrie Kosky often divides audiences but in this impressive production of The Women of Troy everything that is original, astute and poetic about Kosky shines through.
Unfortunately, Risky Lunar Love comes across as a kind of poor man’s Rocky Horror Show with updated levels of taboo and profanity but not one iota of the charm or impact.
There’s nothing quite like a double bill of snappy one act plays to whet your appetite for a night of theatre, and the Newtown’s latest offerings Waiting For Gotterson and Nothing Like Old Times are tasty little morsels indeed.
Contradiction, conundrum, conflict, racism, misogyny and homophobia run through this play like a main circuit cable snaking through a moral minefield of explosive allegation.
Following the unedifying edict that "there's a sucker born every minute", the show skewers the modern self-improvement economy in a piss-take parody of today's 'gurus' and snake-oil salesmen.